Qixia town catches the gods, patrolling the streets will become stronger

Chapter 179 True Martial Sword, Tai Chi Classics
As the number of people increased, the power erupted from the formation also doubled.

The inexhaustible force began to gather along a special route in the formation, and then formed a unified force, pressing on Yan Ming's body from all aspects.

Compared with the feeling just now, Yanming's pressure is almost doubled now.

And as the number of people increased, the area spread out by the formation also expanded a lot.

Although it looked more complicated, it was not chaotic at all. The newly joined Wudang disciples didn't have any stagnation at all, and directly integrated into the formation without any confusion, and quickly merged into a whole.

The sword light is scorching, chaotic, and the figures are intertwined. Just looking at it makes me feel like my head is spinning. It seems that I can't see the rules at all, let alone touch the life gate.

If there were other people in the formation, even the master-level warriors would probably have been dizzy. Coupled with the waves of force that the whole body endured, they already felt a little overwhelmed.

However, Yan Ming still didn't seem to panic at all, let alone being affected by the complicated sword lights.

It's just that the force coming in like a tide still puts pressure on him. Now Yan Ming has fully exercised Feixu Jin and Tai Chi Kung Fu, the combination of yin and yang, and the complementarity of the two forms, as if forming a circle of special strength around him , constantly connecting with the incoming pressure, and then dismantling it into pieces, and slowly unloading it.

"beat!"

Qing Xu, who was at the top of the array, saw that Yan Ming's technique of unloading force was excellent, and knew that he couldn't delay, so he gave an order immediately.

The Wudang disciples drew their swords again, and the powers of the multiple long swords were once again connected and superimposed on each other, forming several powerful attacks, which came from several directions.

Yan Ming released his true energy, and along with his figure, he kept agitating his clothes, and his toes slightly lifted off the ground.

However, he had just risen a few inches, and the force on his body suddenly increased a lot. It seemed that it was the power of the formation, which made him unable to evade in the air.

But at this moment, several swords have arrived.

"This time, he must be forced to draw his sword!"

Qingxu and the other three were thinking in their hearts.

They have heard for a long time that Guan Zhongshen has extraordinary skills in catching knives, and that is what he is best at pressing the bottom of the box. If he doesn't even pull out his knives, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for him to study formations in Wudang School?
At the same time, Taoist Chongxu and others who were watching the battle outside were also worried.

Once their formation is in operation, it will become faster and faster. With the accumulation of powerful strength, they are eager to find a vent, and the power they burst out will become stronger and stronger.

Now there is a bit of killing intent, even they feel the pressure from outside watching, Yan Ming is in the middle of the formation, one can imagine what it feels like.

Daoist Chongxu is already prepared, if Yan Ming loses, he will immediately stop.

After all, Yan Ming was able to force them to the end of all the Wudang disciples and double the size of the formation, which is already remarkable.

But some people think that this Yan Ming is too big, and he looks like a very face-saving person. He has already reached this point, and he still insists on not drawing his sword, which is too much face-saving.

Now Yan Ming, who was in the center, didn't have time to guess what they were thinking, but his eyes flickered very quickly.

With the blessing of his clairvoyant technique, all the movements of many Wudang disciples can be seen very clearly, and all kinds of details appear in his mind.

Following this, some contents of Yanming Tai Chi also emerged and began to corroborate with the graphic scenes in his mind.

This formation seems to be complicated, but in fact no matter how many people come in, it will coincide with the Yin and Yang. Yan Ming can easily understand this.

In Yanming's eyes, what is clueless in the eyes of others, has a different feeling.

Yan Ming still didn't choose to draw his sword, but was delighted to see Liexin, and the Tai Chi Gong route in his body began to move around.

The sword's momentum was even more astonishing than before, accompanied by more than a dozen Wudang disciples pointing their long swords in unison.

Every movement of the sword affected these dozen or so Wudang disciples. In a short time, nearly a hundred long swords were like flower petals blooming, forming specific directions and lines.

"Good come!"

Suddenly, Yan Ming opened his eyes and started to drink loudly.

At the same time, his body swayed, he chose to take the initiative to attack, and went straight to Qingxu.

Taoist Qingxu shook his head slightly when he saw this, as if he was not optimistic about Yan Ming's attack.

However, the several swords attacking head-on came to the front and back of Yan Ming's body, stretched out by his palms, and his whole body was intact, forming a strange force field.

When the majestic sword collided, it was like a sharp blade cutting into the water, causing faint ripples in front of Yan Ming's body, but it failed to break through at all.

Yan Ming rotated his hands, drew a clear ellipse in the air, and then drew it.

The two sword movements were directly introduced into his left and right palms respectively.

"what?"

Daoist Chongxu and the others stared dumbfounded.

What their Wudang Kung Fu is best at is the Kung Fu of leveraging strength, which emphasizes the transformation of Yin and Yang.

But even Daoist Chongxu couldn't do Yan Ming's undisturbed gravitational release.

Even though he is young, with his old-fashioned appearance, it is not against his will to say that he is an elderly senior from our school.

The two swords were held in the palm of Yan Ming's hands, but they had not yet been released.

But there was still no pause, the left and right drew each other, and the dozens of Wudang disciples who formed the sword gesture were instantly drawn.

While Yan Ming was moving, he drew his left hand, and a group of Wudang disciples rushed forward one after another. They couldn't stand steadily and almost fell down.

He held his right hand, and the other group of disciples were pushed in front of them as if they were drunk. They fell on their backs one after another, crushing each other like falling dominoes.

Yan Ming immediately drew a circle with his left and right hands, and the two groups of disciples changed the direction of falling again.

They went back and forth like this, and suddenly there were loopholes in the well-organized formation.

The other Wudang disciples around were bumped into or affected by them, and they all lost their footsteps.

The formation was in motion, one step at a time was slow, and soon it became a mess.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"Don't push me, don't squeeze me!"

"Follow up, follow up...I can't keep up!"

It was noisy for a while.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up!"

The three priests, Qingxu, Qingzhi and Qingyin, spoke eagerly, wanting to maintain order.

But just now, the formation has been operating very quickly, and suddenly something went wrong, and everything was messed up.

Even though many disciples were determined to stabilize, they couldn't keep up with where they were just now. Coupled with the large number of people, it was even more chaotic.

And with the stagnation of the formation, the strength covering Yan Ming's body also loosened.

Even the sweeping sword momentum dissipated quickly, and the remaining strength was easily removed by Yan Ming, which did not constitute a threat at all.

However, Yan Ming himself did not contribute much to disrupt their formation.

With his level of Wudang Tai Chi Kungfu, he has seen the key points of the formation. He only needs to pinpoint the key point and move a thousand catties four or two times to achieve such an effect.

And the formation that Daoist Chongxu and the others modified also had some flaws, which were directly caught by Yan Ming.

That is, since it is possible to join so many disciples to connect and integrate them into one body, so as to achieve the effect of enhancing power, it is naturally easy to be used by others. As long as you hit the key point, it will affect the nose of the bull, and directly affect a large area. .

Just now Yanming's backhand made those Wudang disciples crooked, and he took advantage of this principle.

Qingxu was still directing the Wudang disciples, but suddenly his body felt cold, and all the fine hairs on his body stood on end.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Yan Ming's palm pushing towards him, which was about to be imprinted on his heart.

Qingxu was subconsciously startled into a cold sweat, and even sensed the breath of death.

He forgot that this was a sparring match, in the actual confrontation with the enemy, if he was struck by the enemy's palm print, he would lose half his life even if he was not dead!

Qing Xu was eager to dodge, but Yan Ming bent his fingers together, turning his palm into a claw, and a huge suction burst out suddenly.

Qingxu's retreating figure was restrained abruptly, and the lingering circle of breath on the surface of his body sank directly, as if being clamped by an invisible big claw.

Qingxu struggled a few times, but it was useless!

Afterwards, the momentum of retreating was abruptly stopped by an irresistible force, and then pulled back.

"not good!"

Qingxu was startled, his body was cold, and he was about to take another step, but his whole body suddenly relaxed, and the oppressive feeling disappeared instantly.

Then a palm was pressed on Qingxu's shoulder.

"Taoist Priest, accept the offer!"

Yan Ming's voice rang in his ears, and following Yan Ming's last word, the surrounding Wudang disciples groaned, all lost their strength and fell to the ground.

Layers of people pressed down on each other, and some people pressed on the more vulnerable parts of the people behind.

"Get up, get up, it hurts!"

Someone hurriedly pushed his companion away, covered his crotch with one hand, curled up slightly, his face full of pain.

Although they are Wudang disciples, it's not a good feeling to really cover their crotch.

The disciple who pressed him in front of him looked back, recalling the soft lump he had just laid on his pillow, and immediately felt a shock all over his body, pawing and tugging at the back of his head.

Seeing the messed up appearance of the disciples, who stood up from the ground one after another, Qingxu's expression was a little awkward and stiff.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say to Yanming.

At the critical moment, it was Yan Ming who took the initiative to help him ease his embarrassment.

"Daoist, just now the kid was almost unable to withstand this offensive. Fortunately, he was lucky. He hit the right way and touched the imperfection of the formation. With the wisdom of the Daoist, after improvement, the kid is really helpless."

Qingxu didn't react for a while, and subconsciously nodded.

"Haha, little friend Yan has worked hard, thank you little friend Yan for helping us to check and fill in the gaps in our formation."

Just as he was speaking, Daoist Chongxu also came over.

He had a generous face, but he was still muttering in his heart. He never expected Yan Ming to achieve such an effect.

The other Taoist priests of the Wudang sect present felt more or less frustrated.

After all, it was something they managed to make up for. They didn't expect to lose the first time they faced the enemy. This was improved on the Patriarch's True Martial Seven-Track Formation. They all felt that it would be embarrassing for the Patriarch.

"Miao Zan, the Taoist priest, I also made a mistake, boy." Yan Ming hurriedly said politely.

At this time, the group of Wudang disciples who had climbed up, as well as the Taoist priests present, looked at Yan Ming with different eyes.

Especially the seven sons of Wudang of this generation, no longer dare to underestimate them, and even avoid Yanming a little bit.

Daoist Chongxu waved his hand to let them disperse on their own, instead of rehearsing the formation, he pulled Yan Ming to ask about his experience of entering the formation just now.

Yan Ming already understood the battle strategy, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get to the point directly with his first attack.

Casually mentioning the omissions in it made Daoist Chongxu's eyes brighter and brighter.

"Okay! Xiaoyou Yan said it well, we didn't think of this before!"

Daoist Chongxu's joy is not feigned, but sincere, because only in this way can the formation be improved in a targeted manner in the future, so that it is more powerful.

After listening to Yan Ming's suggestion, he took him around the training ground again. Daoist Chongxu was also worried that Yan Ming had come from a long way, so he moved his hand again, and was too tired, so he led him back to the waiting room middle.

As soon as Yan Ming picked up the teacup, Daoist Chongxu waved his hand at the opposite side, and Qing Zhi stepped forward a few steps, and placed the few delicate boxes that had just arrived in front of Yan Ming.

"Little friend Yan, this is my Wudang school's healing elixir, and it has some magical effects. You should express your gratitude to Xiaoyou Yan for your hard work, and please don't dislike it."

Yan Ming declined a few words and accepted it without insisting.

It just so happened that I hadn't seen the elixir of the Wudang School, so I took it back and had a look.

Seeing that Yan Ming accepted his intentions, Daoist Chongxu smiled even wider.

"However, Daoist, I don't know something, but I want to ask a question or two."

Yan Ming said, expressing his doubts.

That is why this formation was developed, for what purpose?

To be honest, Yan Ming didn't really believe that Daoist Chongxu had nothing to do. The Wudang faction put in so much effort and made so many disciples step up their practice, obviously there was something to be said for it.

Yan Ming guessed that this formation must have been modified a long time ago, but it was suddenly needed recently, so he took it out to practice and perfect it.

"Little friend Yan's guess is right, the Despise Pai has indeed had some troublesome things recently."

Daoist Chongxu didn't hide anything, anyway, there were no outsiders in the hall, so he explained.

It turned out that the reason for all this was the Demon Cult, that is, several elders in the Sun Moon God Sect.

More precisely, the former elders.

Because the Sun Moon God Sect has not been peaceful recently, Dongfang Bubai has lived in seclusion on the Black Wood Cliff for many years, ignoring the affairs of the Sun Moon God Sect, which has made the Sun Moon God Sect's hearts flutter.

Yang Lianting, in the name of Dongfang Invincible, held the power alone, ran amok in the church, and bullied the old ministers.

Many senior elders in the sect have already condemned Yang Lianting's persecution, but Dongfang Bubai turned a deaf ear to it, and didn't even show up to explain it.

In the end, several elders in the church were afraid of this situation and defected directly, living in the rivers and lakes. However, this matter was kept very secret and few people knew about it.

Originally, these had nothing to do with the Wudang Sect, but the key point was that the Wudang Sect learned through special channels that the defecting elders had actually stolen some things from the Sun and Moon Sect.

Among them are the Zhenwu sword of the founder Zhang Sanfeng, the Wudang sect’s most valuable treasure that was once stolen by the demon sect, and a Tai Chi Sutra!
(End of this chapter)